30272732Canst thou demise to anie child of mine.

30282733King. Euen all I haue, yea and my selfe and all,

30292734Will I withal endow a child of thine,

30302735So in the Lethe of thy angrie soule,

30312736Thou drown the sadd remembrance of those wrongs

30322737Which thou supposest I haue done to thee.

30332738Qu. Be briefe, least that the processe of thy kindnes,

30342739Last longer telling then thy kindnes doe.

30352740King. Then know that from my soule I loue thy daughter.

30372741Qu. My daughters mother thinkes it with her soule.

30382742King. What do you thinke?

30392743Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule,

30402744So from thy soules loue didst thou loue her brothers,

30412745And from my harts loue I do thanke thee for it.

30422746King. Be not so hastie to confound my meaning,

30432747I meane that with my soule I loue thy daughter,

30442748And meane to make her Queene of England.

30452749Qu. Saie then, who dost thou meane shal be her king?

30462750King. Euen he that makes her Queen, who should be else?

30482751Qu. What thou?

30492752King I euen I, what thinke you of it Maddame?

30502753Qu. How canst thou wooe her?

30512754King That would I learne of you.

30522755As one that are best acquainted with her humor.

30532756Qu. And wilt thou learn of me?

30542757King Madam with al my hart.

30552758Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her brothers,

30562759A paire of bleeding harts thereon ingraue,

30572760Edward and Yorke, then happelie she wil weepe,

30582761Therefore present to her as sometimes Margaret

30592762Did to thy father, a handkercher steept in Rutlands bloud,

30622763And bid her drie her weeping eies therewith,

30632764If this inducement force her not to loue,

30642765Send her a storie of thy noble acts,

30652766Tel her thou madst awaie her Vncle Clarence,

30662767Her Vncle Riuers, yea, and for her sake

30672768Madst quicke conueiance with her good Aunt Anne.

30682769King Come, come, you mocke me, this is not the waie

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